Yesterday was my birthday. My mother made a big meal for me. There were lots of foods, but not every dish was fit for my taste. Some were sour, some were sweet, some were bitter and some were hot. I loved the food tasted sweet the most and dislike the bitter food. But my mother asked me to have a taste for each dish, because those dishes were another reflection of our life. Our life was full of sour, sweet, bitter, hot. When I experienced all of them, I grew up. I was confused, but I believed my mother. I hoped I can grow up sooner.